Always wear fast until after the death of the original master

Fred stood up slowly, and the hem of his clothes was slowly gathered as he stood up, sticking to his powerful calf obediently.The silver-white sword that had been pinned to his waist suddenly shone with light.

He looked at Senna sharply, to be precise, at the epaulet on Senna's shoulder.It was pinned on his gray robe, and there were no medals around it, so it looked very abrupt. From Fred's point of view, it looked like a servant who secretly sat on the emperor's throne while the emperor was away.

He couldn't wait to return that epaulet to its original owner.

Senna looked at Fred a little strangely, why didn't he look at himself on his face?Glancing lightly, seeing his epaulets, he understood, and reached out his hand as if to take it off: "It looks fun, so I put it on."

Just when Fred suspected that he would take it off so kindly and give it to himself, Senna's hand just lightly placed on the epaulette, flicking the dust that was not there in the first place.

Then his eyes turned to Fred, and he didn't say anything, but even Mi Luo could see the sarcasm on his lips.

"Master!" Mi Luo yelled happily, and wanted to get off the bed, but found that Fred turned his body sideways, blocking the place where the eyes of Mi Luo and Senna could meet.

"Bold enough." Regarding this, Senna was not in a hurry to do something to Fred who was standing between him and Mi Luo. Compared with his completely unchanged movements, his mouth had already moved Fred was riddled with wounds: "Aren't you afraid of being stabbed in the back by my Mi Luo?"

Fred didn't even turn his head, he put his hand on the sword at his waist: "Where is Master Mi Luo? Where's his consciousness?"

His excited question made Senna feel better for a while: "Isn't what behind you is his consciousness? What more consciousness is there?"

"Even if Master Mi Luo has amnesia, he will definitely not be like this. What occupies his body now is the disgusting thing you made!" His voice was not high, but every word contained power. Pressed over: "Let me ask you, where is Master Mi Luo's consciousness?"

"He's dead." Senna was not at all afraid of the consequences of Fred being angered by him, and continued to add fuel to the fire without any care: "He died on the third day after you left."

"Impossible!" Fred retorted resolutely, as if an overwhelming wave hit the past, but only slapped the beach, and there was no follow-up.

He couldn't say anything well-founded, but instead he remembered more and more that the date recorded in the spell book was also three days old, and that line of writing was as heavy as a thousand catties, bending his straight body a little. , Mi Luo looked at him from behind, it felt like the extremely strong Holy See collapsed in an instant.

Without any support, every brick and tile was scattered on the ground and turned into ruins.

Seeing this kind of scene, Senna soon got tired of seeing it. He had seen many people's collapse of faith, even his own brother's collapse did not bring him more than 1 minute of pleasure.

"Okay." He said coldly, and his eyes were on the sword he was wearing. It had a temple pattern on it, densely carved on the front of the handle, and the one that stabbed into his chest. How similar.

His eyes moved over the so-called holy white, and finally settled on Fred's face. This was the first time he stayed on his face for such a long time.

Fred's eyebrows are not very Western-style, the kind of thick eyebrows that stick to the brow bone and wrap around the corners of the eyes, but they are raised behind the brow peak, which is strangely full of personality but very loyal. of two temperaments.

Besides, he looked at Fred's face and came to a conclusion: it was the perfect look of the man he had inherited.

Senna took back the wand that he had stretched out at will, clutched it tightly in his palm, and killed him, that face would never appear in front of him again.

And those past events can finally come to an end: "Why, you can't even hold the sword?"

As soon as his words fell, Fred suddenly seemed to understand something for a moment, raised his head, and the light seemed to rekindle in his eyes: "Master Mi Luo is not dead."

The tone was very firm: "I have seen Master Mi Luo." Before he could taunt, the voice full of power flowed in the room on its own: "That day in front of the mirror, it was Master Mi Luo. .Even if he didn't want to see me at that time, it was Master Mi Luo."

At this moment, no matter how much Senna argues, nothing can reach Fred's ears, and he firmly believes in this matter.

Senna wanted to say something, but before he could open his mouth, he heard the sound of the holy sword unsheathing louder than he was speaking, resounding in the room, and in an instant, half of the cloud that covered the sky dissipated.

The light sprinkled on his body carefully like a circle, avoiding all the darkness, Senna's mouth was dry for a while, if he opened his mouth at this time, the sound he made must be like sandpaper. A sound like an uneven ground.

It was so similar, even the eyebrows that separated Fred from that man seemed completely out of function, his eyes were sharp and firm, and his whole body was straight like a statue.

...and the indifference towards oneself emanating from the heart.

This is what gave him a sense of revenge. He chanted the spell in a low voice, and blocked Fred's sword light again and again with the protective shield. Finally, the spell took shape, and the dark yin energy seemed to have an entity. It attacked him, enveloping Fred in it.

Senna didn't use the golem spell that a necromancer would use: summoning countless golems from the ground to immobilize the opponent and give himself time to complete the spell.On the contrary, he didn't summon any undead, and the resentment that came out of the staff was all his own.

The resentment from being murdered by his mother surged out from the staff continuously, enveloping Fred. Fred was in it, and what was in front of his ears and in front of his eyes were all crying and wailing. In the silence of despair, for a moment he actually had a feeling of empathy.

He was very familiar with that voice, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was, but when he raised the sword and was about to swing it down, his mind felt like a frying pan exploded.

"Brother?" That was his...brother's voice, Fred's outraged anger, he swung his sword with all the power of light, and all the yin energy surrounding him was broken into countless pieces in an instant. Fragments fell to the ground one by one, and then disappeared slowly after being exposed to the light.

Fred didn't need to think about it and knew that all the power of Senna's staff was accumulated from human life, but he didn't expect at all that Senna didn't use anyone's life force to attack him through the staff at this moment. It was just the resentment he had accumulated over the years.

However, since that resentment can make him become a necromancer directly after death, naturally it should not be underestimated.

Senna didn't speak, but a dark cloud gathered above the staff, covering him.

As a mage, he insisted on giving up summoning the undead in a close-range battle. This battle was inherently unequal. When Fred's sword was about to touch Senna's throat, Mi Luo almost cried out. At least Mi Luo thinks so, and so does Fred.

So when the thick and almost blackened resentment entangled the holy sword, Fred hadn't reacted yet, the entire body of the sword, even the handle, was filled with black mist, and the suction was so strong that he couldn't draw it all of a sudden. come out.

What kind of spell is this?No need to open your mouth?Fred's experience in fighting necromancers was useless, but Senna had an easy way to break all his moves.

Even if it is a secret in the family, it seems to be aimed at him.

Fred was so dazed that the black mist on the sword was about to fill his hand. He tried his best to withdraw it but failed, so he could only take a step back and let go of the sword.

The sword stopped firmly in Senna's hand, holding the silver holy sword in his withered palm looked nondescript.

No necromancer would like the feeling of holding the holy sword in his hand, because the holy sword in his hand is making his hand emit smoke like scorched smoke, and at the tiger's mouth, the gray color has already disappeared. I couldn't find it anymore, it turned into a hard scorched black mass.

But Senna still held the holy sword stubbornly, even without feeling it, as firmly as his mother stabbed him that day, stabbing Fred's chest mercilessly.

In the blink of an eye, Fred was even wondering why he hated himself so much, and in such a way.

He paused, losing the best chance to dodge in time.

But he didn't expect that the sword point would stop when it pierced him. Fred raised his eyes, but saw that his opponent didn't look at him, but looked behind him instead.

After fighting for so long, the two were evenly matched, and neither of them was stained with blood, but on Mi Luo, whom the two avoided deliberately, his front was wetted with red blood.

"Why did you vomit blood?" Senna suddenly asked cautiously, as if his revenge had to be put behind.

Mi Luo was also puzzled by this, and shook his head obediently: "I don't know." Afraid of Senna's worry, he comforted: "It's okay, master, it doesn't hurt."

Of course you don't hurt, Senna frowned.That's backlash.

In other words, it was Mi Luo's thought that he didn't want to be controlled anymore, and he used his soul to break through the body's backlash.

Fred didn't take advantage of Senna's distraction to leave, and all his attention was on Mi Luo.

Senna wants to start now, it is very simple.But the sword in his hand weighed a thousand catties, and if he went down even an inch, he could usher in the funeral of two people.

He looked at Fred, the sarcasm in his eyes was full of sarcasm, but the envy he didn't realize was hidden in the sarcasm pupils: Your life is so good, your parents are willing to sacrifice for you, and there are people here who are willing to sacrifice for you. You die.

Why, no matter who I love, whoever I care about is willing to die for you?